he was the sun,
and she was the moon.
always passing,
but never stopping to say hello.
- h.k.p
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Poetryto those who have hurt me, loved me, and supported me. short poems about many feelings.
thirteen
he was the sun,
and she was the moon.
always passing,
but never stopping to say hello.
- h.k.p